Wolf RPG

for @Cupid, sorry this kinda sucks!

She's worrying about her heat again; she does that too often these last few days. It seems to be on her mind constantly, a clock ticking over her head every moment of the day. She's finally in a position to get what she's wanted for years. If the opportunity slips by her, she isn't sure what she'll do.
She busies herself with gathering the few early herbs that have survived the recent snowfalls, more collected than she'd been the day Mal stumbled across her. Methodical, even. She's found another patch of herbs used to treat nausea, a gem among the others; the downside is that it reminds her of what she's trying to avoid thinking about.

A dad can only go so long without a break. Even Cupid—overprotective, homebody Cupid— needed some time out on his own. He asked @Mal to watch over Caerus before heading off.

The silence is strange. It never bothered him before all this, but now it makes him uneasy. He expects to hear his son's babbles or laughter, or Mal's distant footsteps, but there's nothing. Nothing but a woman rustling through snow.

Hey. Normally he wouldn't go out of his way to meet the locals, but he was feeling different today. Cupid approached and sat a few feet away. What are you doing?

Aibreann

Cupid